Twisted Love Triangle

By Samantha Copeland

When I sat down to write this book I didn't just want to be another author. I wanted to write about something a lot of people could relate to, so this book tells the story of a young woman who comes from a very strict faith and ventures out into the big city. There she meets a man who, unbeknownst to her, happens to be married. Through her journey with him, she embarks on a life of deceit and betrayal. Everywhere she turns, from the love of her life to her friends she is lied to, cheated on, and stabbed in the back. Her friends start to become distant and one of them comes clean and tells her they are in love with her. It shocks her because it is not one of her male friends. It happens to be someone she trusts. The stress from the situation is so unbearable that it starts to jeopardize her health. She starts having panic attacks and the one person she thought she could trust uses her and takes revenge on her. This is one non-fiction story you will never forget and I promise you, you will be able to relate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781682132685

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

About the Author

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Samantha Copeland

Twisted

Love

Triangle

Copyright © 2015 Samantha Copeland

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2015

ISBN 978-1-68213-267-8 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-68213-268-5 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Introduction

There once was a girl who grew up in a family so different she was raised a vegan, was taught that any man she married could have more than one wife. That’s when she met him the man she thought she would marry. He was amazing smart, funny, handsome his name was TJ. Their eyes met, and it was love at first sight. Well for her it was, but they were different. She was from Atlanta, and he was from Chicago, so the only way this love would happen is for her to leave home and move to Chicago. So she did, and they started a beautiful romance that lasted four years.

It was everything she wanted. They even had a baby together. It was like a fairy tale. She had the smartest, funniest man she’d ever met and a beautiful baby. She had it all, and then it happened—her world came tumbling down on her. The arguments started more and more, they started growing apart more until finally she left and started her new life on her own. This had been the first time she’d been out on her own. She got a job, an apartment, a daycare for her son. She even got a car with the help of a friend, and so she became more independent than ever before.

And just when she thought she had it all together, her life changed forever.

Hello, my name is Savannah, and I want to tell you a story a story about a twisted love triangle. This, I promise, you will never forget.

Chapter 1

How They Met

It all started when I moved to the big city of Chicago. With no real family, I had completely been on my own. It wasn’t so bad. I had my son from a previous relationship, and it was just the two of us with me working all the time with not enough money. I knew I had to do something to make us more comfortable, so I started working at a very elite hospital as a patient care provider (housekeeper). The job was okay; the money was just what I needed to get me on my feet. I met a lot of nice people, and after a while a friend and I were two peas in a pod. Her name was Alyssa. She was Mexican.

We talked about everything and hung out. I told her I didn’t eat meat, and she asked if I could cook for her one day. I said yes, and from then on we were the best of friends. She was a good person to the point where she would let people take advantage of her. She made some bad choices when it came to boyfriends; they would abuse and use her to the point where her self-esteem dropped. But she was my friend, so I was there for her.

One day while preparing for the workday with Alyssa, there he was standing inside a closet door looking at me. I had found it again: love at first sight. His name was Calvin Douglas. He wasn’t very tall or very handsome, but in my eyes he was just right for me, and then right at that moment as I was thinking I was going to be the mother of his child, he walked up to me and started singing, Drop down and get your eagle on girl.

I smiled, and he told me I had a pretty smile. You could cut the sex tension with a knife. We knew we had to have each other, so we exchanged numbers, and from then on people would call us peanut butter and jelly. He gave me that nickname because he said my skin was very smooth and soft. I called him jelly because he was sweet.

We talked on the phone all the time and flirted at work. I was blushing so hard you would think I struck gold or something. Alyssa told me I was acting like a schoolgirl. I didn’t care. I wanted this man so bad I had to have him. I couldn’t wait any longer, and so we did. He was off that day, as was I. We went to my house, and the first thing he wanted to do was see if I really tasted like peanut butter. I didn’t. He said I tasted like peaches. I laughed.

We were so into it we forgot about the protection. It was hot and passionate. He picked me up and put me up on the wall. I was in heaven. Finally a man who knew what I liked. He felt so good inside of me my body clenched and exploded in ways I had never felt before. When we was done he was so distraught that we didn’t use protection. He just knew I would come up pregnant. I wanted to say, Yes, thank God I could have this man for life, but instead I said, Don’t worry about that, I’m not going to get pregnant.

The next day I saw him in the cafeteria walking with some ugly woman. I later asked him who she was. That was my wife, he said.

It was like I got shot. I said, Excuse me, your what?

He said, My wife.

I said, You’re married, but the way you flirted with everything with a skirt, no one would ever be able to tell you was married, including me. I told him to explain himself. I asked why he didn’t tell me he was married. He said he really liked me, and he knew if he told me I wouldn’t talk to him. I said that’s for me to decide, not you, but as mad as I was I didn’t stay mad, and we ended up seeing each other a few days later. I told him I was hooked, and I didn’t want to give him up. I knew nothing good could come from seeing a married, but I didn’t care. I was twenty-five. He was thirty-eight. Younger-woman-older-man romance happens all the time, right?

Chapter 2

The Affair

And so it began, the affair that would turn into something no one would ever imagine. We started seeing each other on a regular basis, and since we worked at the same hospital, it became so easy. We would sneak off into some closet or in an empty room down in the basement, and when we did go to my house it was so intense we would experiment with fruit and chocolate and honey. He became my everything. I was so into him I lost myself, and as time went on I found myself finding out which days he was going to off, hoping that if we were off on the same day, he would come over and see me. But that only happened a few times, so I went to the extreme. I became obsessed I would take the same days off as he had. I had gotten so good at it he didn’t even notice.

People say affairs usually last just enough to get the satisfaction or thrill out of it, and then it loses its flavor. Not this affair. This affair went on for months, and next thing I knew I was in love, so I decided to tell him right away. I went to the floor he was working on with this smile on my face that you could see a mile away, and that’s when I saw her. It was her, the same woman I had seen with him in the cafeteria. It was his wife, and she worked there. She was an N.S.A. (a nurse’s assistant). I could feel my veins popping. My heart was racing I wanted to walk up to him and blow the whistle on the whole thing, but how could I? I was in love with this man.

We had been seeing each other for three months. Yes, I knew he was married, but I didn’t know she worked there. We were face to face. I had walked past as if they were both strangers. He looked at me surprised. He couldn’t believe it was me. His face looked like he had seen a ghost, and as I walked past I smirked as if to say yeah right. That’s all I could do.

My heart was crushed. How could he not tell me the three of us worked under the same roof? As I started to walk away I could feel his eyes watching me. I left as fast as I could, and when I got back to my work area he called. I didn’t answer he called four times hoping I would pick up, but I didn’t until I got off that day.

He called, and almost immediately I answered. I started yelling, Why didn’t you tell me she worked there! How could you sleep with me and not tell me! I started calling him all kinds of names. I told him I never wanted to see him again. I started crying, and all he kept saying was how sorry he was. but I didn’t want to hear nothing he had to say. I was devastated, but he followed me home. I couldn’t even look at him, but I didn’t need to. By the time we got upstairs, he had taken me in his arms and made sweet love to me. And if there was ever a time in my life that I wanted a cigarette, this was that time. It was so intense and hot my toes were curling, and when we was done he looked at me and said, Don’t you ever leave me no matter what, and it was at that moment I wanted to say, Get out and stay out my life, but I didn’t. Instead I just started crying.

He asked me what’s wrong, and I said, Nothing, these are happy tears, but I wasn’t happy. This married man has a wife who works at the same place as I did, is lying in my bed, and I just told him I’m happy. So I asked him, what now? He said he wanted to be with me, and I said how? How is this supposed to work? He said I will figure it out, just don’t leave me.

I said okay, and as time went by I would see her all the time. Mrs. Douglas, or Stick Figure, as I like to call her. She had everything I wanted: she had the man that I was in love with she, had the kids and the dogs, but when I thought about it, I had everything she wanted. I had the great shape, and I was sleeping with her husband. And as hot and passionate as our sex was, I was getting everything and more. Then one day I came to work and saw that he didn’t look so well. I saw him collapse in the hallway. He said his chest was hurting him, so the nurses took his blood pressure and was running some test. I told Alyssa to meet me down in urgent care. Only when I got there, he was with her, Stick Figure. I wanted to die. The man that I love was not feeling good, and instead of me being by his side, she was.

When I got home he was all I thought about. He didn’t call, and I couldn’t call him. I didn’t know if she would pick up, so I waited and I waited, and after 9:00 I didn’t hear anything. I went to bed at around 11:00, and I started sweating real bad. I couldn’t breathe, and my heart was racing. Everything was blurry. I was having a panic attack. I had never had one of these before, but I heard about what to do if that happens, so I found a paper bag and started breathing in the bag. All that stress from Jelly and his stick figure wife, I guess it caught up to me.

The next day I didn’t see him at work. I had to pretend I was all right. Besides, I didn’t want people to know I was sleeping with a married man. No one knew but Alyssa, and I knew she would never tell. I didn’t see jelly for a few days. Finally he called. I was so happy to hear from him. I asked him what did the doctors said. They told him just a case of indigestion. I was so relieved I told him I was scared that I didn’t know what was going on. The doctors told him to take it easy for a few days, and that’s what he was doing. I told him I missed him, and he said he would try to come see me soon. I was like a kid in the candy store. I was the happiest person in the world.

Chapter 3

The Romance

(Peanut Butter and Jelly)

Jelly treated me like a queen he didn’t have all the money in the world, but I didn’t care. I was all that mattered to him. He did everything he could for me, and when his birthday came around I took days off hoping that I would get to see him, but the day of his birthday I sent him a message, and his wife saw the message because she started calling me like crazy.

The first time she called I thought it was him, so I answered, and I could hear him in the background saying, I don’t know who that is.

She said, You better find out, so I hung up. she called right back. I didn’t answer. She called my phone all day that I had to block the number. Then she started calling me private, but I knew it was her. He finally got around to calling me, but he called from a pay phone. I told him she had been calling me all day. I didn’t even get around to saying happy birthday, but eventually I did. He couldn’t talk long. He said he would call me back later, but he didn’t. Jelly took two weeks off from work, and I only saw him twice. I was going out of my mind.

It was hell not seeing him, and when he came back to work we were so happy to see each other that when everybody went on break, we found a closet and made love in it. That had become so routine we did that almost every day. We were so in love, or at least I was. I didn’t know how Jelly felt about me, so one day it happened. We finally had the talk about why he’s